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From: Tommy CraggsTo: Stefan Fatsis, Nate Jackson

Let's stay on the subject of rugby, yes? I want to talk about Terry Newton for a minute. I have a Google News alert set for "Terry Newton," and every few days I click on the email and find another story that leaves me angry and heartbroken. Newton was a British rugby leaguer, and by all accounts a very good and violent one. Age and injuries slowed him, and he responded the way old and damaged athletes often respond:

"The HGH came with storage advice on the label—'keep refrigerated'," he recounted in his book, Coming Clean. "I opened the fridge, looked in and thought 'Not a chance'. Where will she [his wife, Stacey] never find it? Where's quite cold? The garage! She'd never stumble across it in there, and surely that must be cool enough to keep it okay. I pulled my toolbox from the shelf, and slotted it [the case containing the syringes] behind. It fit [sic], perfectly."

Rugby, like the NFL, is anxious about the presence of performance-enhancing drugs. Someone tipped off UK Anti-Doping, and in February of last year Newton became the world's first athlete to test positive for HGH, for which he received a two-year ban and lifelong notoriety. (Because HGH can be detected only within a day or two of injection, it is unlikely Newton would've been caught if he hadn't been ratted out.) At the time, Newton responded the way supposedly miscreant athletes often respond: with a media tour. He wrote his confessional and began the traditional Maoist self-criticism ritual in the press. His interviews were morose; he sounded like a man tired of dragging his cross from media outlet to media outlet. It would come out later that he had fallen into a depression in 2009 after the death of his sister, Leanne, a heroin addict. He bought a pub. Seven months into his suspension, in September 2010, Newton hanged himself. "Luv U all but it's end time," he wrote on his Facebook page. In his final interview, Newton said he'd be remembered for two things: drugs and smashing an opponent's cheekbone.